So, Nate and I, along with some good friends went to see KT Tunstall on Saturday night.

(I’m still recovering from the trip last week, which was fabulous. I’m not up to a full post, but I thought I’d share this).

Aside from the fact that KT was incredible…

her opening act was fantastic. I just looked up his website and there’s a video. I had no idea he’s mega huge in the UK.

He’s dang cute.

And funny, too. I leaned over to Nate during the performance and noted that he looks a bit like Collin Firth. And anyone that can be remotely compared to Collin Firth has to be hot.

So on this page of his site, you can see his music video if you’d like.

We were really wowed. We bought his CD, and to be honest, I really liked the live, bare bones performance of his songs a little better. It was just his guitar and a keyboard. But a couple times through and the album is really growing on me.

KT never stops moving. She dances while she plays, which is why she’s blurry in my photos. She reminded me of my sister up there on stage. Excellent stage presence, and clearly comfortable there.

I’d be losing my lunch behind the drummer, if it were me.

I’m getting ready to go on this 3 day field trip with Abby’s class tomorrow. At least, I would be getting ready, but Clark must know something’s up. He’s being beyond annoying, and I’m so frustrated, I could scream.

I’m so looking forward to sleeping in a tent. And right now, I’m so looking forward to being hours away from my 2 year old.

Thank you all so much for your kind words. I’ve wanted to respond individually to you, and still hope to, but I haven’t had the time yet. I appreciate it, and thanks for reading!

I intend to bring some knitting, along with my guitar on this trip. I want to bring socks, but am afraid what that might do to my elbows, so it’ll probably be lace. Ooh, yeah, the lace I need to knit before the beginning of June. This could be the perfect opportunity. Cool! I’ll ball the skein and post a picture a little later.

I should have something good to show next week. We’re going to the Grand Coulee dam. I hear it gorgeous around there.

I’m going to start a Flower Basket shawl with it. I’m a little concerned about the variegation of colors, but I figure I’ll start it and see how it works out.

Good morning!

I did ok this week. I ate within my calorie target, went on one 35 minute walk with a stroller and massive hills…

But I totally messed up last night with pizza, licorice, cheese bread, and Coke.

It was still a good week.

Next week, I’m going on a three day camping trip with Abby’s class to Eastern Washington. Food is going to be difficult to manage, and I think I’m just going to enjoy myself and start tracking when I get back.

How was your week?

I feel weird apologizing on my own blog for the lack of fiber-y things, but still. I’m apologizing. Maybe because that’s why some of you started coming in the first place.

I’ve been doing other things. And my son is getting more and more demanding, both in things he demands of me, and requiring more of my attention to keep my house intact and his-self alive and undamaged.

I’m not quite sure when the fiber arts will be constant and abundant on the blog again, and I do miss them. I still love blogging, so I’m going to prattle on about things, many of which will undoubtedly be the antics of my son, because that’s a huge part of my world right now… (I say as he reaches for my mouse. And I push it out of reach. And he yells at me and pushes my leg. And my elbow, making it hard to type).

So, my arms are killing me again. I can barely pick up anything with my left hand. I’d kind of ignored my arms while I was sick, because I didn’t really want restrictive braces on while I was overly sensitive, you know how being sick is. And I’m still on the road to recovery. My arms have had enough. So I’m wearing ONE brace.

And I’m still playing the guitar. Which is why I think I’m hurting as much as I am. It’s so frustrating. I don’t want to stop.

I spent much of this morning writing a song at the request/demand of my friend Sara, who hosts our little guitar group that gets together on Wednesday afternoons. We’re all supposed to write one before next week, and hers is already done.

Anyway, my song is unbelievably sad. As in, depressing, not lame. Tho’ it might be that, too. It’s hard to tell when you’re writing something yourself. I’m still hoping to be able to post songs here relatively soon. Maybe you could offer some constructive criticism or suggestions when the time comes? That could be fun.

I’ve been asked to play guitar on the 3 day field trip Abby’s class is taking to Eastern Washington next week. (I get to sleep in a tent. All by myself. I’m incredibly excited. I didn’t marry a camper, so any chance I get is glorious). I told her teacher that I’m very much a “student”, and there are probably going to be others there more qualified than me, but I remain asked. So I’ll do it. I figure, if 70+ people are singing “Roll On, Columbia Roll On”, they aren’t going to be too aware of my little flubbs.

Right?

They won’t hear.

I’m trying to overcome fear of performing anyway.

And even if I mess up every chord, they’ll still love me.

Yeah. So, I borrowed my brother’s guitar to take, because it’s easier to play than my mom’s, which I have on semi-permanent loan.

I don’t think I could swing my electric (I bought the groovy Fender Strat) and battery powered amp. I think they’re looking for “traditional”. But man, it’d be fun.